Shaking off the jitters I was starting to get, letting my elbow break his back muscle. This pushed my knee in deeper, feeling the muscles of him incase my leg. Dropping him to the mat, glaring down at him.

    “Get up” Sending a painful kick to his side. When I challenged him with another kick, he grabbed my leg pulling down me with him. Crawling over my body, holding my arms to the side. Those dark eyes glaring at me, as a hissing sound came between clenched teeth. With my arms outward, and legs straight under him. Trying to keep me from moving, he smirked evilly as if he’d gotten me.
    “If I were to continue your dead” It was dark, more so then any other time.
    “Think so?” Pulling my knees to his back, in that time I moved all at once. Pulling my arms to my side, as my hips launched his weight up and off me. Flipping rolls crossing his arm over his chest, while I wrapped my legs around his. Leaning to him, my lips inches away from his left ear; I caused his body to shutter.

    “Your not giving me anything to work with. You’ll have to do better then that, if you want me under you” For fun I licked his ear, feeling the devil inside me coming out to play. Quickly getting off I started unwrapping my hands.
    “Were done for the day. Ice your legs, and be back same time tomorrow. Well work on more then” Stepping out of the room.


The next morning we started again, this time I was going to work on their upper bodies. Picking up a large black belt, strapping it around Owen’s stomach he looked at me.
    “What’s this for?” Turning as I clipped the buckle in the back.
    “You’ll see” Grabbing one of his wrists pulling it behind his back, clipping the wrist band on. He now could only use one arm, to block me with. Trying to pull his arm back, he frowned at me.
    “What’s the big idea?”
    “Its going to teach you to block with your other hand” Shrugging. Stepping a foot away, I sliding my feet ready to send punches at him.
    “Your kidding right?”

    “Nope, now block” Sending a punch as his stomach. He did a lot of fighting with the restrains, instead of paying attention to me. Leaving himself open, way to many times I got a lot of hits in. Some more painful then others, picking up my speed didn’t seem to make him happy. After thirty minutes I changed out, using Van as my next target. Giving Owen time to rest, before he would be up again, using his other arm. Two hours passed, as I worked them, brutally pushing every muscle to its breaking point. Tossing in the towel for the day, I unhooked Van.
    “Not your best, but still good” Tossing the device into the corner.
    “Like to see you wear that” Owen growled, rubbing his shoulders.
    “I have” Catching them off.
    “Seriously?” Van asks.
    “Yes, my father use to make me work in it, for normal training” Swallowing a little water, as I watched them stair at me.

    “You want me to help your shoulders?” Capping the water.
    “How?” Standing up Van walked the few feet to me.
    “Turn around” Spinning my finger. He did as I asked, and with quick hands I grabbed his wrists pulling them backwards, bringing my good knee up to the top of his spine. Pushing just hard enough as I dragged my knee down his vertebra. Cracking his back, making him moan in delight. Owen’s eyes seemed to darken, as he watched his brother melt into my hands.
    “Owen?” Raising my brow, as I let his brother get his footing, before letting go. Standing up he tossed a towel, to the chair turning around. Grabbing his wrists, I heard him groan. Pushing my chest into his back, I whispered.

    “Relax, I wont hurt you” I watched as his muscles relaxed, bringing my knee to his spine coping my movements. Groaning out at each pop, holding him I waited.
    “Better?” He moaned, turning around. Watching as Van walked to us, grabbing my thigh Owen wrapped it around his hip.

    “No” Taking one hand, slipping it around the back of my head.
    “Guys?” Feeling Van grab my ass.
    “We want you” In unison whispered into my ears. Shaking my body, biting my lip to contain my emotions. Traveling hands heated my skin, more then the training. Moving to the side, I tried to get out of their hold. Caging me into one another, they weren’t going to let me go.
    “Your coming with us” Owen purred, grabbing my hands as van grabbed the other one. Pulling me out of the room, we passed Sara who gave me a suspicious look, but I just shook my head before clearing to the outside. Walking a little ways, as we came up to the sexy red car.
    “Van” Owen tossed him the key, as the car unlocked. Walking around the front, Owen opened the door pulling me into his lap.
    “Guys what the..”

    “Hush” Owen growled, closing the door. Van started the car, pulling out into traffic causing a few honks. Spinning me around, he pulled my legs around him and the seat. My hands hit the side of the seat, right above his head.
    “Damn it Van, Drive” Owen glaring at his brother. Chuckling I felt the car, lurch forward as Owen held my hips in place. I wish I could say I knew where I was, but when all you can see is a handsome man licking his lips and looking at you like the rarest piece of meat he’s ever seen. You stop trying to figure out where, your going. Sucking some air, as the car skidded around a corner, I gripped the seat since I wasn’t wearing a seat belt.

    “Relax love, we wont anything happen to you” Owen purred into my ear, as I had rested it on his shoulder. Gates passed as I lifted my head, looking out the small back window. Turning around gasping at the size of the larger house, coming into view. Pulling under an archway, Van shut the car off getting out. Opening our door, he helped me out. My head rocked backwards, as I tried to get a look at everything.

    “Please tell me this is your parents?” Looking around, they laugh pulling me in side.
    “Ha they wish” Owen hums, kicking his shoes off along with Van. Everything in this house, is immaculate from the floor to the high vaulted ceilings. Its like barbies house only better colors, and higher prices tags. Taking off my shoes, like they had I walk around as they watch me. Sipping water from the silver fridge, that will also give you two different shaped ice cubes. Black and gold marble tops, bring out the stainless steel appliances. Long white drapes hand over two large bay doors, over looking a large in ground pool.

    Turning around to the huge living room, with chocolate leather crescent couch. The large stone fire place, acting as the focus point. The flat screen adding to the attention, where three large windows dripped in light. Feeling tiny, I rubbed the back of my neck. Glasses tapped the counter, making me turn around to see them stalking to me.

    “Come” Van says, taking my hand. Owen taking up behind us, as Van led the way up a flight of stairs. Feeling more then vulnerable in nothing more then gym shorts, and a tank top. My eyes looked behind me, blushing as Owen was clearly staring at my ass. I don’t think moving faster up the stair, was a good idea since I heard him groan. Gulping I tried to look as unappealing, if that’s possible. We passed a bathroom, which looking bigger then my bedroom. Then another door, before Van pushed open what had to be the most erotic master bedroom I have ever seen.

    The black rod iron bed, reminded me of a fight cage. As it went over the top, creating the cage like atmosphere. Black curtains were pulled open, allowing light in enter. Swallowing the knot back down, as I see this going a whole other way. My ears turn red, at the sound of the door closing with the lock twisting.


Ohh boy not good……..

My nervous self, starts laughing as I turn to face the twins. They don’t seem so docile anymore, now that they have me caged in their room. Stepping back seemed pointless, as they would take twice as many as me. Rubbing my hands on my shorts, trying to make myself less nervous. Pulling off their shirts, my mouth watered at the rippling muscles that moved. Tossing them to the corner, before continuing to me.

    “Guys lets think about this” Using my hands to push the air, at them.
    “Oh we have” I couldn’t tell you which one said that, cause at that exact moment my back hit the wall. Gripping at the paint, trying to figure out how I got into this predicament. I swear they’ve done this before, as their bodies towered over me. Placing a hand on either side of my head, as the other moving up my shorts to my face.
    “You have a choice” Owen starts.
    “You can take a shower” Van hums.
    “Or we can lick you all over” In unison. Gulping, I really would of hoped for a different set of options.

    “Either way” Van purrs into my right ear.
    “You wont be needing these” Owen finishing off in my left ear. Fingers grip my shorts, as the sound of their hands slid down the wall along with my shorts. Catching my breath, as I look down. Blushing cause I should of worn less attractive panties, as my blood red ones practically growl back at them. Eyes peer up at me, as their lips touch each side of my legs. The logical side of me was screaming bloody murder, trying to convince my more reckless side to stop this at once.
    I was torn. I’m not a virgin by far, but I’m also not some crazy chick who has threesomes. Its hard to see someone denying the twins, in the state I’m in. However I’ve done it before, actually I’ve done it twice. Why should this be any different?

Because you want it….the dirty little voice in my head brews.

She’d be right though, I haven’t had a good roll around in a while. Hell I haven’t had some in so long, I’m starting to call it a roll around. Its sex damn it, plain old wonderful fucking sex. My legs are shaking from, the light touches they are giving me. I should stop this….really stop them…..okay now….damn it.

    “You guys should stop” There I said it. They freeze, like I’ve just shot them in the face. I would of figured it would have been Owen, who would growl at me. But was surprised when Van, was the one glaring up at me.
    “Why?” Gripping my thigh a little tighter then I thought was necessary, though it did do things to me.
    “Because, I’m your coach….and it will make things weird.” No it wont, it will just make it sexier. Specially as I whip them into better, shape then their already in. Damn stupid logic. The room is silent, all but their breathing.

“If we stop…that’s it” Owen growls, watching my face. I have a feeling they, mean they’ll leave the gym. The fight in my head, is giving me a headache, as I mull over my choices. Really it should be a no brainier, but I was bumped on the head one to many times as a child. Sex with men who look like gods, while still being able to kick their asses in the gym. Or say no and have them leave not only me wet and wanting, but also the gym and my chances to prove I’m a great trainer. My head is pressed against, their wall as I look down into dark eyes.

    “I’d….like that shower now” Mesmerizing smiles, look up at me. As they take my hands, pulling me into a just as stunning bathroom. The water turns on, and I get a good look at the oversized shower. Thing is the size of my whole bath, with the shower. I was so interested in the shower, I hadn’t heard the twins. Turning around I about screamed, as their naked bodies are on full display. Don’t get me wrong, their gorgeous I just wasn’t ready for the python like protrusions to be looking back at me.

    Most of the fighters take, things to build them up. Which if you didn’t know this, causes their manhood to shrink. These boys obviously didn’t take such drugs, which was both a blessing and a curse. Seriously where the hell did they, think those things were going? It was bad enough I was considering on taking one on, never mind two. God my brothers would flip shit, if they new what I was about to do.

    “Do we frighten you?” Van purred, making me wetter.
    “No” Wow that came out way to fast.
    “These have to come off” Owen said, as he pulled on my left over clothes. Heat coursed through my face, as I nodded. I knew they were watching as I pulled off my tank, it was taken from me. But I refused to look behind me, fearing my knees would give out. Making me look like a fool, and not some kick ass fight trainer. Mentally I pumped myself up, like I was going into a fight. Which I guess this could be, considered a fight since it was one against two….well technically it could be one against FOUR! Those things should have their own zip code. I needed help, and not the mental kind.